The Duma Faithful had always been a strange bunch. But since the Rigellian King had begun the war in bloodthirsty conquest, the zealots had only grown worse. In order to spread the teachings of their warring God, the strangely covered clergy had been kidnapping young girls from their villages to turn them into witches for their twisted cause. One maiden after another, dozens of young girls were swept away from their home to become slaves to the mad-god and his foul-hearted extremists. 

No one knows what twisted deeds take place in their jails before their turning, and the few girls that were saved have few recollections of the times right before and during the loss of their souls...

And perhaps it is for the best.

Once quick with sass and wit, Delthea's bratty attitude toward her 'lame, loser' captors made them so endlessly irritated that the leader of their sect, a purplish gremlin by the name Tatarrah, eventually decided to shut her up personally. First with threats to remove her tongue (which didn't work), to threats of burning her village to the ground (which also didn't work), Tatarrah's impatience inevitably had him shut her up in a way more akin to his style... With his foul-tasting purple dick thrusting deep into her sassy mouth. A technique that worked wonders.

But even after such an ordeal, Delthea's constant insults didn't stop, which eventually led to her getting gagged...

Several days would go by before the young mage started to give up on her brother possibly rescuing her... But by her good graces, she saw something that shined just as bright as hope itself. It was a key! Just dangling out of her cell. But with her hands tied behind her back, it would be near impossible to reach... Thankfully, her legs and feet were for the most part of unhampered, and could possibly stretch their way through the wide gaps on the bars to reach the keep and free her from this horrible situation!

"Hrmm... Hrrrrmmmm...! Hrmmmggg!!!" She groaned within the cell, tired, sweaty feet aiming towards the key, chains rattling all the while. She could nearly reach it!

...Unfortunately for the sweaty young mage-girl, Duma's blessings were not with her this dour night as her lecherous captor managed to both see and sniff out the pair of bratty girl feet hanging from their cell...